Erotic Couples stories

The Game
by Carmenica Diaz


'I can't stand it!' The words leapt from his tortured lips and I smiled.
'I think you can,' I said softly in what I hoped was an encouraging tone.
'I can't, I can't!' Brad cried, his entire body quivering. 'Please Charlotte, please...'
'Hush!' I said gently, grazing his throat with my lips, tasting the sweat that covered his naked body. 'You can be strong.'
For a moment, I thought he was going to cry and I knew I was becoming wetter. Brad was tied in a spreadeagled position on the dining room table, tied so firmly, he could hardly move and his head hung almost over one end. It was a table that sat sixteen people so it was admirably long enough for Brad's long frame. I loved the way his taut muscles flexed and moved in his restraints.
I, of course, was fully clothed, although I had removed my knickers earlier so I could push his hungry tongue against my sex for my first orgasm.
That of course was the game.
The rules were simple. Brad was to give me three orgasms before he could enjoy one and that meant hours of delicious teasing, of denying him over and over again.
I stroked his straining cock lightly with my forefinger. 'I've only had two orgasms, Brad,' I whispered in his ear, 'only two. You know the rules. I must have another before I slip my little hand around your big fat cock and pull it until it spurts!'
'Noooo,' he moaned, the image driving him insane and I giggled. 'Charlotte,' he said desperately, his blue eyes wide and pleading, 'let me lick you again. Now! Please.'
'Lick me?' I asked innocently, tracing his nipple with my fingernail. 'You licked me for the first orgasm. When was that?' I asked, pretending to think. 'Yes, that was this morning, before I fed you lunch. I was silly wasn't I? Spilling your yoghurt on your stomach. Of course,' I said mischievously, 'I just had to lick it up.'
Brad groaned at the memory and I giggled again.
'So,' I said, counting off on my fingers, 'one orgasm from licking and then you held the vibrator in your mouth while I used it. That was fun, wasn't it darling?'
It had been fun for me but not for him, holding the quivering vibrator tightly in his mouth while I slid it in and out, fingers caressing my clit, knowing my wet kitty entirely filled poor Brad's vision.
Another groan and I breathed lightly on his red and quivering cock.
'Just one more, Charlotte,' he whispered, 'let me lick you again. You like it, you know you do! Please!'
'But I'm a tiny bit sore,' I pouted. 'My bits are a little tender.'
'I'll be gentle, I will, I really will. Please,' he pleaded.
'Will you?'
'Yes! I will, I really will.'
'I don't know. Perhaps there's another way? I could, for example, climb on you and slide my warm kitty down onto your cock and fuck you?' I batted my eyes innocently at him and his body shuddered as he groaned, a look of pure anguish flitting over his face.
'But,' I said, 'you'd probably spurt before I could come. That would be breaking the rules of the game, darling. That's not cricket!'
'Charlotte,' he whimpered, 'please...'
'What darling?'
'Please let me come. It's been five hours...I can't stand it...'
'A big strong man like you? I think you're trying to fool me.'
'Please! God almighty, please!'
'But the rules of the game were three for me and one for you.'
'Fuck the game! Fuck the rules! Just let me come. Please, darling...'
I picked up the feather and slowly tickled the head of his pulsing cock. 'I don't know,' I said pretending to be concerned, 'rules are important in life. We would have chaos without...'
'Charlotte! Please! I'll do anything if...'
'Did you say you would do anything, darling?' I asked sweetly, feather tickling his bald balls. I had removed all his pubic hair in the first hour of the teasing session and I knew he was now extra sensitive.
'Anything!' Brad croaked, staring wildly at me, 'anything at all.'
'There is something I want,' I said hesitantly and he eagerly looked at me.
'What? You can have it, I don't care what it is!'
'Are you sure?' I said doubtfully.
'Yes! Yes! Anything! What is it?'
I smiled and leaned close so he could peek down my blouse before I whispered in his ear, 'I want that you don't come for two days.'
He looked at me, so stricken with horror that I couldn't help myself and laughed softly. 'You said anything,' I whispered, running my fingers down his bare chest. 'You said anything at all and that's what I want. Oh, poor baby, don't cry.'
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